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I have a sixth sense that's not always right, but when it's accurate, it's painfully accurate. There are times within my personal life and within the world where tragedies and major events have occurred and I can feel the spiritual buildup in my entire body that something bad is going to happen. Usually the image is not clear as to what will happen, but the premonition is very much there.

I was about to suggest exploding head syndrome, but then you said your cat heard it too.

I saw a meteor too recetly, it was awesome! I was just watching a movie at night and looked out of the window for a second and there it was. Really bright light flew by my window into the forested hills behind my village. I have never seen anything like that before it was so cool because it was VERY close and big.

>>10665
Imo it could have been fireworks or maybe it was a car. I’ve heard what sounds like an explosion and it turns out the person in front of me on the road just has a broken muffler

>>10569
That kinda sounds like anxiety. Have you ever been tested for it and any other disorder? Not trying to be disrespectful or anything but I’m just trying to see if there’s any other explanations here

I have a few, all based around my brother's best friend, J. Not sure if supernatural, but just strange.

>J riding with me to school
>neighbour has an aggressive pitbull that's killed other pets before
>it's loose out on the road
>it charges me
>J just lunges at it and claps his hands
>the dog squeals, does a partial backflip in terror, cashes its tail for a moment and lays down
>we ride past and it tries to keep up
>J stops and turns, raising his hand and yells something at it
>it stops
>have a half-day and he rides home with me
>the dog is laying dead in the exact same position it was when he yelled at it to stop
>he just tells me not to look at it and stresses I shouldn't go back to it when he leaves

>at my b-day party
>lean over the new dishwasher
>someone put a large knife in the cuttlery basket
>stab myself in the stomach
>J rushes over and puts pressure on the wound
>carries me to the car and brother drives to the hospital
>I'm in agony and barely able to think
>he starts rubbing my forehead in patterns and singing in Gaelic
>it feels like the pain in my stomach just turns to cold numbness while the rest of my body heats up
>feel pleasantly dizzy and lightheaded as I breathe slowly in time with him
>we get to the emergency entrance and he breaks concentration
>pain comes flooding back like I've been stabbed all over again
>get loaded into a bed and they take the towel away
>start gushing blood
>nurse asks when it happened
>brother says about 20 minutes ago
>she starts asking other questions, highly suspicious
>explains it was because the towel wasn't soaked through, like I hadn't bled at all during the car ride

>hanging out with J
>get caught in the rain
>rush into a hotel lobby
>immediately get side-eye from staff
>security guard is manning the entry to the rest of the hotel
>J just walks up to the security guard and points to the street, talking right into his ear
>the security guard steps forward and looks out like he's expecting something
>he just waves me over and we go inside
>go to the indoor pool
>he just looks over all the lockers like he's searching for one in particular
>picks one and just snaps the lock open with a single yank
>reaches in and takes out a keycard from under a stack of towels
>we walk around the floors for a while as he looks at the aisles of doors, then just suddenly turns back to the elevators
>leave me for a few minutes as he goes to the main desk
>he hands them the card and he gets a new one
>takes me up to the room we reached before
>dry off, watch movies on a comfy bed and eat from minibar
>just walk out the front door, a little drunk, a few hours later

>J's walking me home late from a school event
>see a group of guys walking towards us in an underpass
>they start yelling at us, clearly drunk
>they keep asking me to come to a party with them
>as we pass, the biggest one reaches out and tries to take my jacket off to see my dress
>J snaps his hand out, takes the guy by the wrist and pulls him into a hug
>he's laughing and smiling like they're old friends as the rest of the group are just confused
>the guy lets go of me and tries to pry J off
>still holding him, J puts one hand on his cheek and smiles, asking "You want me to come to your party?"
>guy just shakes his head and starts panicking as he desperately tries to slip away
>his friends move in like they're about to fight
>J just keeps smiling and says "Nah, I'll come. It's cool, right? I'll come to your party"
>the guy's shaking his head, saying no repeatedly in this weak voice
>J spins him around to put him between them and me
>releases him and he gasps for air
>he just laughs and says "Maybe next time, hey?"
>the guy collapses into his friends, gasping and holding his ribs
>turn around at the end of the underpass to see him sprawled out on the floor with his friends standing around in shock